Holly, Bobby and Me

By Wendi Darling

Published on Dec 7, 2003

Bisexual

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It was a long dry spell for me. For several years I never had a date with a guy or a girl. I just jacked off to Playboy, Penthouse, Sears catalogs, and homosexual porn flics. I was twenty or so before I had my first straight date. For the next decade I had the occasional heterosexual dates, but nothing ever got to the fucking state, so I just continued to beat off and swallow my juices.

When I met my future wife, we fell in love almost immediately and we were totally devoted and faithful to each other. She was a real woman: feminine, but not prissy. She was the first girl with whom I could talk really 'dirty.' We went to bed on our third date and we fucked and sucked the hell out of each other. We gradually found that normal intercourse left us lacking, but we were really turned on by oral-genital sex and mutual masturbation. We even got aroused watching each other engaged in self-masturbation.

I would eat her snatch and lick and suck on her clit until it was in total arousal, and then I would rub her furry bush just brushing her girl dick. She'd start bucking like a wild mustang while experiencing multiple orgasms. It was all I could do to hold onto her writhing body. After the spasm subsided, I would straddle her and sit on her pussy while facing her. Holly would then take my already hard and oozing dick in her hand and proceed to jack me off. I'd shoot my wad all over her belly and ample boobs and she'd have another orgasm! I would then gently lie on top of her, the creamy with cum between our sweaty bodies. After resting this way for several minutes, we would lick each other clean. It was exquisite!

She was rather well endowed in the chest area, a size 36D, so I used to like to fuck her between her boobs. I would straddle her belly, and she would wrap her tits around my cock, and I would hump them until I emptied my load all over her chest. At the same time, I would reach back with one hand and massage her furry bush and clitty until she went into multiple orgasms and damned near bucked me off. I would then rub my cum all over her boobs before licking her clean.

Holly turned out to be a superb cocksucker; I would pull my pants and shorts down to my knees while I was driving the car and she would suck on my knob until I would explode in her mouth. It's a wonder that I didn't loose control of the vehicle!

She told me that she was intimate with only two or three guys before she met me, but she learned how to fuck and suck very well. She said that when she was about twelve, she had a neighbor and friend, Bailey, whose tits she would massage regularly when they hurt her, so she was also familiar with what turned other females on.

Not too long after we were married, my friend, Bobby, confided in me that he definitely would like to fuck Holly. Since Bobby was my best friend and a witness at our wedding, this would be fine with me. With Holly, this was another story, because although she liked Bobby, she once told me that he wasn't the type with whom she would have sex. This was going to take some serious thought.

The three of us liked to play poker together, so one day I suggested that we get together for an evening of strip poker. Holly readily agreed to this, as she was by far the better player, and probably thought it would be hilarious to see two good friends naked together. She undoubtedly thought that she would win without losing hardly a stitch of clothing.

Holly and I decided to have the game at our house, and as usually we started out with a couple of drinks to help us relax. Bobby nursed a couple of V.O. and waters while Holly and I started off with a couple of Manhattans. While making the drinks, I made sure that I watered mine down sufficiently, so as not to get drunk. Holly's was another matter. I had prepared and secretly purchased a pint of 190 Proof grain alcohol that I generously added to her drinks.

After not too long she was noticeably tipsy, giggling, slurring her words, and unable to concentrate on her card playing. Soon, she had lost over half of her clothes, while Bobby and I still had almost all of ours. In a short time, after a few more of my knockout drinks, she was obviously inebriated, had lost all of her clothes, and was having quite a problem trying to walk straight. Bobby and I were still clothe from the waist down, and were feeling practically no effects from the relatively small amount of alcohol we had consumed. In not very long, Holly was just about 'legless,' but was having a good old time: laughing and as happy as a clam.

It was now time. I told Holly that Bobby was going to fuck her.

"Like hell, he is!" she said, trying to find her clothes and make an exit. "You fuckers planned this!"

"Sure, we did," I said, as Bobby and I each grabbed one of her arms and propelled her backward. "Tonight's going to be an enactment of the 'Rape of the Sabine Women' starring you."

"Lemme go, you mother fuckers!" Holly cried out. She normally was quite a strong broad and she tried to get away, but to no avail. She could hardly stand, much less run. The super drinks had taken their toll. Plus, Bobby was a big man - 260 pounds and 6'4".

"Go ahead and yell," said Bobby. "Nobody's going to hear you. Scream all you want."

We dragged her back to an organ bench and sat her ass down near one end. Then, while I pinned her arms behind her, Bobby tied each of her legs to each of the two bench legs at that end with some clothesline. She tried to kick him, but was too uncoordinated due to the booze. I pulled her back on the bench and tied each of her arms to each of the two remaining bench legs. That had the effect of spreading her legs apart and pushing her cunt up and out similar to a gynecological exam table. We then elevated the 'cunt end' of the bench to the height of Bobby's crotch.

Holly kept swearing at us, a constant stream of filth spewing from her mouth. "Cocksuckers, I'll get you for this!"

"You're the one that's going to be the cocksucker tonight, among other things," I said. "You're the one that's gonna get got. Watch it, or I'll go get Lloyd and Bruce and we'll have a gangbang."

"Go to hell!" she spat.

Bobby had now stripped completely and was approaching Holly's snatch end with his thick 8-inch cock in his hand.

"Get that fucking monster away from me!" she yelled. "You'll split me wide open with that huge prick. How could you, of all people, Ed, plan this and then let him do this to me?"

"You can take it all, Holly," said Bobby. "I've got confidence in you. Then you'll get to liking it, and you'll beg for more."

"Bastards!" she said.

I knew that 8-inch Godzilla wouldn't in any way tear Holly apart, though. I had fucked her loose. I'd sometimes fall out of her after screwing her for awhile. She'd contract her twat muscles so neither of us would loose any pleasure while fucking.

Bobby ignored her, and though she tried to squirm away and avoid him, it was all in vain as his dick found her hole and he rammed his humungus pole all the way into sex cavity with one giant thrust.

She screamed, swore, and then screamed some more.

Bobby just kept slowly pulling his rod almost completely out of her cunt and then slowly shoving it all the way in again. He kept this up for close to ten minutes, while Holly kept cursing at us. He picked up the pace a bit, ramming it in, then pulling it almost out, and slowly Holly's hips started involuntarily rotating and moving to meet his lunges. She tried to stop it from happening, but her body was reacting to the mating response.

"Fucking useless pussy of mine," she said. "Got a mind of its fucking own!"

I had completely stripped myself of all my clothes, and was jacking my cock, watching the extraordinary scene of my best friend fucking my wife.

I had to admire Bobby's stamina and self control as his pace had been steadily increased. He was really putting it to her, now, and her swearing changed to moaning as her body moved in synch with increased speed.

"Oh yes! Give it to me! Ahhhh! Goddam it! I want it all! Yes, Bobby, fuck me, fuck me! More! More!" she now cried out as her head tossed from side to side on the inclined bench. The sweat was just running off her glistening body.

I let go of my prick long enough to grab Holly's long hair and tie it under the bench, thus immobilizing her tossing head. I then straddled her and the bench, forced open her mouth and shoved the entire length of my dick into her mouth. She looked up at me with glazed-over sex-hazy eyes and immediately began to suck, as Bobby kept feverishly fucking her now willing cunt. I started fucking her in the mouth, trying to match the pace of the lunging pole at the other end of the bench.

Holly started bucking as furiously as being tied down would allow, as she began to experience the first of her usual multiple orgasms. I reached down to untie her hair in order to free her constrained head, grabbed her by the hair on both sides of her head, and simultaneously both Bobby and I spurt our cum into each of her canals with her taking our entire loads in both ends.

Bobby and I then lowered the 'cunt end' of the bench to its level horizontal position, and released Holly's arms and legs. She didn't even move; she just lay spread-eagled on the bench. While she recovered from her double rape, Bobby and I licked and sucked one another's dicks clean while she watched. That must have been a perverse thrill for her on top of being raped by her husband and his best friend, to watch them do a 69 job.

Now paying attention to Holly, I bent over between her legs and buried my mouth in her sopping wet cunt, and licked and sucked all of her and Bobby's juices from her hot hole. I was so engrossed in this tasty treat that I completely forgot about my best friend until I felt his hands on my ass spreading my cheeks. He then put the head of his lubed-up prick at the opening of my guy-cunt and shoved his monster love muscle completely up my bowels with a single thrust. My god, but it hurt, and I screamed in pain into Holly's bushy twat.

The pain eventually turned into intense pleasure as Bobby slowly moved his entire eight inches in and out of my rectum.

"Oh, yes, Bobby!" I cried out. "I've waited so long to feel your cock up my ass. Oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want to be your bitch and slut again. Oh, god, yes, yes, yes!"

"I've dreamed about this for years, too, sweet Eddie," said Bobby. "I'm going to fuck you so hard and good, that you might even swear off Holly."

"Oh, yeah, anything you say, lover, just keep on fucking me!"

I had forgotten completely about Holly, as Bobby massaged my love canal with that tremendous appendage of his. My hips and ass were moving almost involuntarily back and forth on his swollen dick and I was now consciously using all the muscles in my asshole to get all the pleasure that I could get from this marvelous assault.

Holly, meanwhile, somehow extricated herself from between the organ bench and me and got down under me on the floor, between the bench and my legs. She wrapped one hand around my throbbing, dripping shaft, and with the other, started playing with my nuts. I almost lost my mind when she started jacking my prick while simultaneously sucking my balls.

Bobby continued humping my ass, his pace increasing, and Holly took my straining member into her mouth and started giving me one of the blow-jobs that she was so good at performing. The sensation of having my asshole and dick serviced at the same time was so exhilarating that I almost fainted. Bobby's cock was now furiously reaming out my bowels. I felt him tense, make several more really vicious lunges, and then felt his dick flare inside me and unload gallons of his soothing balm in my guts. At the same time, my prick exploded with such force inside Holly's throat that she almost choked on my load of cum.

We all collapsed on each other in an obscene and naked sweaty heap on the floor. When we finally recovered and Bobby pulled out of me, his cum oozed out of my strained hole like water out of a spring. Holly went right to work and lapped up every bit of the salty treat from around my ass cheeks and crack. She sucked all that I could eject out of my hole, her tongue darting in and around my tortured sphincter.

Holly then crawled over to Bobby, got between his spread legs and sucked his monster member clean. It sprang to life again while she administered to it, so she took the entire thing into her mouth and proceeded to suck up and down while she kneaded his scrotum. Her ass was pointed up into the air, so I crawled up behind as started to lick her ass crack and hole. She spread her legs slightly, so I put my hand between them and began to alternately massage and squeeze her clit and finger-fuck her piss-hole. She started bucking and sucking furiously while experiencing multiple orgasms, and at the same Bobby grabbed her hair and brought her head down completely on his big dick, shoving it all the way down her throat, and unloading another huge load of cum down her gullet. She couldn't take both the size of his cock plus the large amount of cum he pumped into her, and she started gagging and choking, the white cream oozing past her lips and up out of her nose.

She tore her mouth away from Bobby's dick and started to hyperventilate. Bobby and I both rushed to her aid and I cleared her nasal passages by sucking them clear of Bobby's cum. I then licked it up from in and around her mouth as Bobby licked her vagina clean. We all collapsed again; this time we were truly spent.

When we finally came around, Holly said, "Being raped isn't all that bad, especially if someone you know does it. It was really great! Everyone ought to be raped at least once in their lives. And you got it, too, Ed! Weren't expecting that, were you? You liked it, though. I could tell! I was watching you work your ass on Bobby's cock. You're a real pro! I think I'd like to be gang raped. I could take on at least twenty guys at a time. Let's do that sometime."

We all took showers to freshen up and then crawled into bed together, naked. My wife, Holly, was on one side of me, and my best friend, Bobby, on the other. There we were all three lovers, drifting off to sleep, cradled in each other's arms. I don't know how long we slept after that sexual bout, but when we awoke, we all passionately hugged and kissed. Bobby dressed and left and Holly and I went back to the bed to fuck some more. We continued with these liaisons on and off for several years.

Feel free to e-mail me. Wendi at sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com

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